Browsing: Poetry

I remember the days When I was young and full of life, Looking forward to early mornings. I used to…

Nip her dreams in the bud, she will strengthen her roots and blossom into a mighty tree. Rip her heart…

We are each a miracle An organic vessel Sixty percent water A lump of protoplasm of various construction Formed into…

Proud thou not and think a dearest friend Plot not the graph of arrogance Nor study the Atlas of dishonesty …